Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 372 Gin and Longchang gain enlightenment! Sister Bei enjoys her life~
Dark clouds covered the moon and the night was dark.

On the rooftop, a gunshot was heard and a man died.

"The phone on his chest was also shot through, so his true identity was lost. It was like killing a ghost, it was really unpleasant."

The man with long black hair spoke leisurely and walked down the rooftop with his hands in his pockets.

The left chest of the young boy, who was being held in both hands, was covered in blood and he had already stopped breathing.

Toru Amuro really wanted a heavy rain to fall from the sky. When the dense rain curtain poured down from the sky and brushed across his cheeks, would he be able to cry?

Bang!
I don't know when my fist was stained with blood, and the cheers of the people around me were distant and blurry.

The bright lights on the high platform penetrate the dome and, together with the eternally bright stars, embellish the pale sky.

Can't forget.

I will never forget it.

Even though I later learned that Morobushi Keimitsu committed suicide, that Akai Shuichi was also an undercover agent, and that what happened on that rooftop was a tragedy played by fate...

He still couldn't forget.

Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Punch after punch.

Toru Amuro had no consciousness at all, like an organic flesh and blood machine, constantly venting violence to the people in front of him or below him.

Even though he himself didn't have much sense of reality.

My mind seemed to drift into the past.

Boxing, fighting, Jeet Kune Do?

Nothing makes sense.

The gaps in the huge dome are old fluorescent tubes. This is a torture base whose owner is unknown.

The Japanese police, organizations, and even the inexplicable CIA can do whatever they want.

Punch, punch again and again.

Some people fell to the ground, some were unable to resist, some screamed and roared, and some were covered in blood.

Bang!
The hand bone was broken and there was no feeling.

The facial bones shattered, piercing the flesh.

A burst of poorly received noise came from somewhere, followed by a man's deep voice.

"That's enough, Bourbon. Akai Shuichi can't die here."

No response.

Toru Amuro continued to swing his punches and smash them down.

The man on the ground seemed to be smiling at first, but gradually, the upturned corners of his mouth could no longer be maintained.

There was thunderous cheers in the stadium. Countless people's faces flushed with excitement as they looked at the bloody face on the big screen that even his mother would never recognize.

They like this feeling.

The most primitive violence.

boom!
Suddenly gunshots were heard.

The gunshot was lost in the waves of revelry and was so insignificant that almost no one noticed it.

Except for Toru Amuro who paused slightly.

Except for Mizuki Hotaru who was hearing Rum's roar through the hidden headphones.

"Don't you want to keep Akai Shuichi to treat Gin? Why don't you stop the game right away!"

Yingsheng was a little confused and turned off the microphone.

"Lord Rum, didn't you just regard Gin as a traitor? How dare you care about his personal problems?"

"That's an internal matter of the organization. Is Liuying planning to ruthlessly abandon his lover once again?"

The stiff electronic voice sneered, rough and weird.

"As you wish, my lord."

Yingsheng turned on the microphone and tapped it twice.

"The victory is decided!"

"The one who advances is Amuro Toru!"

"To be honest, his fighting skills are slightly inferior to Akai Shuichi's, although not by much, but if the two continue to fight to the death, he will definitely lose."

"However, something unexpected happened."

"First of all, there is a secret hidden in Amuro's tights. Not only can it provide sufficient force dissipation and cushioning, but it also contains some stimulants that can be injected at any time."

"Akai's tights are also professionally designed, taking into account stab and cut resistance, but it is obvious that the FBI's technology is inferior to that of a certain black organization."

"The second thing is that when Akai and Amuro passed each other, their movements seemed to be a little slow, and then they were in a stalemate for a while, and then they began to lose the upper hand."

"Excuse me, Mr. Amuro, as an eyewitness, did you feel this way?"

"Did you say anything to him at that moment?"

When Hotaru spoke, the cheers in the arena were briefly suppressed, but Toru Amuro remained indifferent.

So countless viewers watched the scene, the bloody feast, in silence.

His eyes became brighter.

When Hotaru asked the last question, Toru Amuro finally stopped the violence and looked towards the platform with an extremely gloomy look in his eyes.

"I said I would kill him, Mr. Referee, are you going to stop me?"

"Of course not, please continue."

Toru Amuro punched the rotten tomato on the ground again. With the bright red juice splashing everywhere, he slowly stood up and spat on the ground.

"You've disturbed my interest. Is this part of the so-called grand victory?"

"I'm very sorry, but you and Akai are both better at using hot weapons than using bare hands. The competition team has an idea to have you go to Thomson Nature Park for a three-day hunt. There will be various supply points prepared, including various firearms and even bazookas. Do you think this will better play to your strengths?"

Amuro Toru's eyes trembled slightly.

Countless audiences were also in an uproar.

A week ago, the world was generally calm. Regardless of whether it could be achieved or not, harmony and friendliness were always the main themes.

In this context, a martial arts tournament that allowed people to be beaten to death or even massacred suddenly took place, which shocked many people and made them shout "My God, Buddha, Sanzen, Shiva, Zeus, Odin, Kukulkan, is this still Earth?"

And now this...

Battle Royale?

It’s definitely a real-life version of Battle Royale!
Is this kind of thing allowed?!

What about NGOs? What about human rights? What about the United Nations?

Come out and save me!

"Great! I want to see a river of blood!!!"

After a brief silence, a cheer suddenly broke out from the audience, followed by a wild roar from the crowd. The excitement in their eyes gathered together and almost condensed into a tangible fire of desire.

It's so pleasant.

That violent summer sun!

Toru Amuro looked around, his heart slowly sank into the ice cellar of the Arctic, and he took a deep breath.

"I need pills."

"When you get back, clean the wound first. It's best to wrap it with a mold or something like that before taking the pill to avoid any sequelae."

Yingsheng raised his hand and threw out a white porcelain bottle.

Toru Amuro took it, turned around and left.

The FBI people got permission and went on stage with the medical staff prepared by the event organization. They lifted Shuichi Akai onto a stretcher and looked up at Hotaru.

"Sorry, Akai is a loser, so the pills are not free." Yingsheng threw up a porcelain bottle, "I won't ask you for more. Eighty thousand US dollars, just transfer it directly to the tournament organizers."

This was just a small amount of money for the FBI. Shuichi Akai was an ace agent and was worth the price. They paid and got the medicine promptly.

Not to mention that the United States has a large proportion of participation in the competition group, and nearly half of the money can be said to be transferred from one hand to the other.

Yingsheng gave another friendly reminder: "It's better to let the medicine take effect slowly. When the wound on his face recovers, always be careful to remove the excess hyperplastic tissue. I won't be responsible if he disfigures it."

The FBI expressed their gratitude and left.

In the headset, Rum gave Curacao the instruction to track and called Gin again.

Gin finally spoke this time: "I will intercept the FBI and keep them all here."

Rum said in a deep voice: "Aren't you going to answer the previous question?"

"There's nothing much to say. I'm 100% sure that Shirley is in Liuying's hands. This guy doesn't even want to pretend now. But the organization's goal is just to get the complete version of Drug A. I don't think it's necessary to force Shirley back to the organization..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Did that bullet in the head turn you into a complete idiot?!" Rum interrupted harshly.

"Calm down, Mr. Hidden Robot."

Gin said calmly, "I have to remind you that in my current state, I will not be angry with you. But my rationality will still assess your threat index to me, and this is often more reliable and lasting than a momentary emotional impulse.

If your words to me are just a tactic, then unfortunately, they will only backfire.”

Rum was silent.

Gin continued, "Perhaps it's because of the way Liuying and I get along that you misunderstood me and thought I had become a masochist. The more you irritate me, the better I will treat you. If this cycle continues, maybe you can train me to be like a dog that wags its tail when it hears a bell.

But unfortunately, that is not the case.

The human spirit is very complex. The vast darkness is always connected to the light. It is a chaotic and profound unity..."

Rum interrupted again: "Let's get down to business."

But this time, his voice regained its composure.

Gin said, “The truth is, Shirley is much more motivated to do research outside the organization than before, and bringing her back into the organization would just be a waste of her talent.

Not only that. After this experience of regaining the light, she was afraid that she would never be able to endure darkness again.

She will commit suicide.

At least not for our use anymore.”

Rum sneered, "If she wants to die, then let her die. She is just a traitor."

"And then?" Gin asked.

"What then?"

"I don't know how much manpower and resources were spent just to seize a body. I don't think this is a positive benefit for the organization. If it were in the past, it could be said that we killed people for the sake of confidentiality, but now, the whole world knows about our existence."

Rum, who had been hiding in the dark, had no idea of ​​the situation and felt inexplicably annoyed when he heard this.

"So is Shirley's survival a positive benefit to us?"

"of course."

Gin gave a direct affirmative answer, "Drug A, and more research later, we can learn a lot from Shirley.

Rum, don't let your anger get to your head, and don't let your superiority lead you to hallucinations.

Remember the goal the organization is pursuing, it is not to kill Shirley, or even anyone else."

Rum was silent for a moment, "I doubt your loyalty to the organization."

"Since your mind is limited to this level, think whatever you want," said Gin.

"You have been with Liuying these days. Are you sure you are still on the side of the organization?"

"Friendly reminder, he is also in this communication."

Inside the gymnasium, Yingsheng was loudly announcing the entrance of the third group of contestants, ignoring the words in the headphones.

Rum didn't know what to say for a moment.

Amuro Toru's voice suddenly sounded in the channel: "I'm very curious, Gin, what did he say to you? You have changed so much."

"Just some casual chat, but I have to admit, he made me think about a lot of things," Gin said.

"For example, what kind of life will you choose in the future?"

"No, the point is how to achieve inner peace."

"It sounds like something a psychiatrist would talk about. Is he treating you? Come to think of it, can he be considered a good doctor after suffering from the disease for a long time?" asked Toru Amuro.

"I don't really understand these, I guess."

In the speeding red Ferrari, the moist air from the Kallang River lifted Gin's long silver hair. He raised his hand to take off his black hat and placed it on the empty passenger seat.

"What should I say, everyone?"

"I think I have a pretty good willpower, but in just a few days, I've begun to doubt my past."

"I realized at a very young age that the nature of this world is madness and disorder."

"Human beings are creatures that can only survive and live better by killing each other."

“I’ve been doing this for years.”

"And it's not because I follow some creed, it's because I like doing it. I like to see the weak tremble, and hear the cries and screams of the powerless."

"I will get satisfaction and pleasure from it."

"To be honest, I've been quite keen on finding Shirley, mostly for this reason."

"She's pretty cute."

"If I could see her trembling face and her trembling eyes filled with fear, I would probably be in a good mood for several days."

"All in all, I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"I thought I would live like this until death ended me."

“Although I haven’t thought about death.”

"but……"

"You've become more talkative, Gin." Curacao interrupted, "To be frank, it's because that shot turned you into a psychopath that you had the opportunity to change and have these weird thoughts.

But I have to remind you that you are still a killer, not a philosopher. "

"And he's a half-baked killer who might hesitate before taking action." Amuro Toru added with a smile.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."

Gin paused, "Boss, I think cooperating with Firefly at this stage is a better choice for the organization. I have already explained half of the reason. We can't find Shirley and Junerick at all now.

The other half is in the firefly itself.

If the organization cooperates with him, it will gain huge benefits; if it is against him, the organization will suffer heavy casualties.

That's it, purely out of consideration of profit, without any other reason."

His words made Amuro Toru's heart skip a beat. That mysterious BOSS was also in this communication channel? !

But Toru Amuro didn't hear the gentleman's reply after all.

Only Rum said in a deep voice: "Liu Ying is just an ordinary person. If he is killed, he will die. Moreover, he has a weak spot."

"If this is your attitude, Boss, I'm deeply sorry," said Gin.

"Don't forget who you are!" Rum said sternly.

Gin didn't answer.

After a long silence, Curacao suddenly spoke:
"Gin, you slept with Firefly?"

"puff--!!!"

In a lounge, Toru Amuro spat out a mouthful of sports drink.

Gin's eyes twitched wildly, "Curaçao, I think you're a little mentally unstable right now."

"It's the same reason as before. I feel like you're just like an immature kid in love." Curacao said calmly, "Come to think of it, now that you don't want to kill him, won't your love for him decrease? What's going on now?"

"Hehe, I think you talk too much today. Could it be that Vermouth is in disguise?" Gin asked instead of answering.

"Could it be that because of the Qingli Rejuvenating Pill, your mental illness has been cured, and then you truly fell in love with Liuying? Speaking of which, his charm is indeed amazing, and it is normal for him to be popular with both men and women. Gin, you don't need to be embarrassed." Curacao was still talking to himself.

"Rum, I think there is definitely something wrong with your subordinate." Gin let go of the steering wheel with both hands and took out two pieces of green apple flavored chewing gum.

"Curaçao, focus on the mission!" Rum scolded.

"As you command, Lord Rum." Curacao agreed straightforwardly, and then continued to ask, "Did Liuying tell you that Vermouth came to Singapore?"

Gin laughed, "Isn't that you? Vermouth, you don't even want to act, are you deliberately provoking us?"

"Well... you two really have a good relationship. I wish you a long and happy life together."

"Tsk, you seem to have some serious illness."

"You and Liuying had a SPA at Marina Bay Sands Hotel around 10 o'clock last night. How was it?"

"Full marks for service, damn."

The Singapore National Stadium was right in front of him, but Gin slammed on the brakes and stopped under the shade of a tree.

"You are actually Vermouth. What is going on? Rum, do you know?"

"Vermouth! How dare you show up! What have you done to Curacao?!"

Rum's voice was angry.

But Gin felt it was full of idiocy.

In the underground shopping mall in front of the stadium, Vermouth, disguised as Curacao, was lightly brushing her fingertips across a set of white lace underwear. After hearing Rum's words, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly, and a hint of amusement appeared in her cat-like heterochromatic eyes.

"Lord Rum, you are in charge of the organization's operations in Singapore. How could there be any problems? Gin's brain is not normal. How can his guesses be taken seriously?"

"You will pay the price, Vermouth! The organization will definitely find you!" Rum said sternly.

This time, even Toru Amuro felt that his boss in the organization was an idiot.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lord Rum." Vermouth took out two sets of underwear and walked towards the fitting room, "By the way, I've tracked down Akai Shuichi.

The FBI convoy is now on Victoria Street, targeting the Sultan Mosque, where they have a temporary base.

Is there any action needed?"

Rum yelled angrily, "I need it! I need it right now!"

"Okay, please wait for good news."

Vermouth closed the door of the fitting room, stroked her ear with the slender green nail of her left little finger, and took out a hidden earphone.

Just squeeze it gently and throw it into the trash can.

The Sultan returned to the church basement and watched the signal disappear on the screen. Rum was so angry that he wanted to smash the computer.

There was a brief silence in the communication channel.

Until Gin said, "I'm going to the stadium to watch the game. Contact me if you have anything."

He then exited the communication.

In a lounge, Toru Amuro suddenly wondered if the organization he had been undercover in for so many years was actually a makeshift team?

He thought about it and asked the outer members of the organization to tune into the martial arts competition on TV for him.

"The first contestant to appear!"

"Descendants of the Gulag Grand Hotel!"

"The manifestation of the power of Siberia's eternal frozen earth!"

"Slavic Superman!"

"Vodka!"

Yingsheng on the high platform was shouting passionately.

At the entrance on the left, a sturdy man at least two meters tall and wearing heavy armor walked in slowly.

hiss--!
Two meters?!
(End of this chapter)